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Stumbled across the trailer for “Baby Driver,” last night. The synopsis according to Rotten Tomatoes:

A talented, young getaway driver (Ansel Elgort) relies on the beat of his personal soundtrack to be the best in the game. But after being coerced into working for a crime boss (Kevin Spacey), he must face the music when a doomed heist threatens his life, love and freedom.

And The Atlanta Journal-Constitution makes a very brief appearance, but FYI, there is nowhere or nothing in Atlanta that locals call “The Hub.”

The AJC’s marketing department must have been involved, because this is a pretty accurate depiction of what the newspaper actually looks like.

Even the old AJC buildings make an appearance:

The AJC is no longer at this location, having donated it to the City of Atlanta back in 2010-ish. However, this shot is located in the alley between the printing plant and the main newspaper building on the right.

Back in the day, delivery trucks would load up on the docks, left, and clog up the alley. I have no idea what the city now uses the printing plant for. The presses were demolished when the AJC moved out.

On the right, in the foreground, is the newspaper building, but what you can see more of is the former Federal Reserve Bank of Atlanta. The feds packed up their money and moved to midtown Atlanta years ago. The building now houses the State Bar of Georgia.

If you look at the two squares high above the yellow van, those were the security windows so the guards could see the garage into the Federal Reserve. What you can’t see is the old furnace, where the Feds used to burn currency. I recall when they did this green sludge would run out from it and run down the center of the alley.

I wrote about this joke years ago, but I think it’s one of the best newspaper/obituary jokes ever.

I’ve heard variations of this, but according to The New York Times, the joke was also a favorite of non-other that President Franklin D. Roosevelt.

One of Roosevelt’s favorite stories was about a commuter in Westchester County, New York (Republican territory) who paid a newspaper boy 25 cents each day to look at the headlines before rushing to catch his train.

One day the boy asked why he didn’t take the entire newspaper, and the man explained that he was only interested in the obituaries.

When the boy said the obits were inside the newspaper, the man replied, “Boy, the son of a bitch I’m interested in will be on page one.”